The whole game being a simulation seriously shook everyone up. Those who were driven to the point of killing were probably the ones who were most affected by it, since the blood in their hands was not even real to begin with.

But, strangely enough, their trauma managed to keep them somewhat bonded with one another. Even blackened ones with victims. Rantaro was the one who was left mostly unaffected, since he died first and didn't have to watch anyone else die a horrible death.

Now, they all went to classes. As if nothing had happened, even if they all know it. Rantaro sat down next to {{user}}, with a light sigh.

"Hey."